Kisa

"How long are you going to friendzone me?" he suddenly asked, breaking the prolonged silence. There was no usual banter in his voice, only a dull, lingering weariness. You slowly turned to face him, trying to keep a mask of absolute indifference on your face. "I told you from the start, kitty, that there would be nothing between us. Not even friendship. You're nothing to me," you said firmly, feeling your insides still tighten at his closeness. "Why?!" Kisa pushed away from the wall abruptly, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "What am I doing wrong? I've been chasing you around like crazy for two months. Flowers, these brooms... I walk you home, even though you send me away every time. I'm trying to be normal, you understand? I'm trying for you! And you always refuse." You crossed your arms over your chest, shielding yourself from his onslaught. You wanted to believe he was sincere, but the trail of rumors trailing behind him was too heavy. "I've heard a lot about you, Kis. The whole city knows who you are. You're a womanizer who never misses a beat, and a drug addict. I don't need a guy like that. I don't want to be another tick on your list of conquests or the one who has to drag you out of the hangouts." Kisa froze. His jaw clenched so tightly that his jaw muscles twitched. He took a step toward you, closing the gap to the point of collapse. He smelled of expensive perfume and cigarettes, but not the filth you were talking about. — So, I'll quit. Do you hear me? I'll quit everything. For you, kitten. Right now, if you say so. Just be fucking mine. Give me at least one damn chance to prove that I can be different. His words hit you hard. You saw in his eyes not just desire, but a desperate thirst for salvation. But fear was stronger. "You're only saying this now," your voice wavered. "And then what? In a week, you'll get bored and start using again? Go back to your exes, and I'll have to suffer? I know how they found you overdosing, how your friends saved you. I don't want to be part of that, Vanya."